The happy couple
Johann Rudolf Zumsteeg
Cassandre, on the downslope,
rich in gold crowns, poor in love,
was clever enough to marry Isabelle.
She was young, she was beautiful.
Nothing is so sweet!
He did well!
He gained much
and she lost nothing.
Never uncomfortable, they made a happy couple.
Happy! Each according to taste and age.
Every morning, they rode together
in the fields for their health.
Madame wanted to gallop,
but Monsieur did not like the speed.
He followed her slowly from afar,
and a young cousin galloped with her.
When ardent springtime
heated love and the flowers,
Cassandre carried his wife
off to the country.
Nothing is so sweet!
He did well!
He gained much
and she lost nothing.
Never uncomfortable, they made a happy couple.
Happy! Each according to taste and age.
In the sage Kozbou, in a new novel,
they searched for the pattern of good behaviour.
Madame, at the dénouement, sped off.
Monsieur did not like this speed.
He followed her slowly from afar,
and a young cousin galloped with her.
Oh you to whom heaven
has given years and gold crowns,
take a beautiful wife
and live the fantasy.
Nothing is so sweet!
You will do well!
You will gain much
and she will lose nothing.
Never uncomfortable, you will make a happy couple.
Happy! Each according to taste and age.
In town, at court and in the fields,
let the young folks run.
Madame will gallop off.
Don't follow her at that speed, Monsieur.
Follow her slowly from a distance,
so a young cousin may gallop with her.